Slave Rule #2: Above all else, my primary focus shall be to please my Master, hoping that He finds me pleasing in all that i do, whether i am in His presence or not. my Master knows of my potential, learning more about me in each day i am with Him. He trusts that i will act in accordance with what He perceives of my potential. He knows what is best for me and how important it is that i set a good example for other females who may be present around me.

Wow! Um...okay...we just moved from a relatively "simple" rule to an entire paragraph! No pressure, right? ha ha ha *sigh* You really have to love the wording "above all else" as if there is nothing in the world that should interfere with pleasing Daddy. AS IF! If I didn't have to work, if I didn't have a child, if I lived with him, etc., then maybe this would be true. *smiles* Honestly, though, he's as close to being my primary focus as you can realistically get. I've often wondered if it's healthy the way I think of him all the time, checking my phone and email to see if I have a message. If he calls while I'm working, I never tell him I can't talk. I'll push almost anything aside to make time for him. The key, here, is that my focus should be on pleasing him, not just himself. Hmm.

I do hope he finds me pleasing in all that I do. *nods a lot* I don't know if I can describe the feeling I get when I know he isn't pleased. There's definitely fear. What, exactly, am I afraid of? I'm afraid that he'll be so unhappy with me that he'll leave. He'll just give up and decide I'm not worth the effort, or he'll discover things about me that he doesn't like and can't deal with. Then, after the initial twinges of fear, there's a sinking sensation as if my heart is falling out of my chest. Yeah, it's pretty bad. It takes a lot of effort not to cry uncontrollably. I can barely speak. I can't possibly make any sense. I just want it to stop. I want to make it all better.

"Whether I am in his presence or not" is rather difficult since I've always viewed girls' night out as "my time" to do what I want. It's how I've always operated, even while married. I drink. I dance. I smoke. I might dress like a slut. I might get naughty and dance with some guy. I might even let him buy me a drink, but then, I have to tell him he's not getting anywhere with me because I'm taken. I dance with the girls. I've even been known to flash people. I've always considered it a kind of mini-vacation from reality since you can't act like that all the time, just a little harmless fun. Well, I guess you could, but...you'd be trash. Daddy thinks I'm better than that. I'm expected to behave as if he's there, watching. EEK! I've been toning it down a bit, only dancing with girls or men in our group and not flashing anyone. I try not to dress too provocatively, but I still want to be hot. It has taken some getting used to. The trade off is that when guys hit on me or look at me I don't feel the same. Yes, I feel I look good for my age, but I look at those men with disdain. They're sleazy, rude and trashy, and they don't have a clue how to handle me. I have a new attitude about men. I don't know if it's better or not. *smiles* Instead of seeing how many heads I can turn, which is fun, I just like seeing how many turn without me trying very hard at all....and knowing that they don't have a snowball's chance in hell. Where was I going with this? Oh, right, Daddy knows best!

As far as being an example to other females, I guess I might be, although I'm not aware of it. It seems like most females, including myself at one time, look down their noses at another female who cares what her man thinks when he's not around. They always say, "what he doesn't know won't hurt him." The truth is they don't care what their man thinks or what he knows. The difference, now, is that I do care what Daddy thinks, and I don't care what my friends think. Yay me!